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Jul 22, 2007 16:05

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that and live in that which is onmipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

-William Penn, "More Fruits of Solitude"

"This is the comfort of friend, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."

This has got to be one of the most truest things I have ever read.
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